my door I?m still looking through my door I?m in trouble or maybe I?m stoned and I?m still looking through my door I?m still looking through my door
Verse 1: Lil' Wayne Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on tha wall brain spilla Grave filla Who me untamed gorilla I be thugged out Dead bodies drugged out
language Yo' maine which your brain split I'm a commit the hit flow Til the shit blow This the foe Gangin and banging Lie in the playpen With the stainless Put his brain
yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy Talkin pig-latin keep you employed Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain
yeah go like this here Check it out Verse 1: I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid
behind the scam, pause in Iraq for terrorism What's the plan behind the plan, fuck the President It's time to ask the man behind the man My niggaz pay
behind the books, and see the red eyes of demon like semen travellin lost, searchin for the egg Givin birth to an indentity, no heart and no brain Travellin
you're all in the forecast The gas pour in the corridors racking your doors blacking out Catch Grae backing out the back door, cackling Still make it
to yourself and don't get sloppy Talkin' pig-Latin keep you employed Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain
inna your brain Takes more time to ejaculate Roll up a spliff and drowse away the day With marijuana inna your brain I'm knocking on your door But you
go like this here Check it out Verse 1: I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid
and my life will be happy and peaceful. protecting the veterans while scorching rookies and trusting my faith into fortune cookies. red right, white left slogans to the door
your brain Takes more time to ejaculate Roll up a spliff and drowse away the day With marihuana inna your brain I'm knocking on your door But you
like I'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer Parked in a parking lot behind
court Don t talk shit now, if you aint back it up before But y' all can' t stop me from reaching my goals You gay behind doors looking through a peep
